#2,536 Alt to Dewey

There that thickness of my
books [inked print weights
a nugatory account among
leather bindings & covers] –
I’ll work out shelf-loadings
& their press on me to read
[& nudge to complete] – By
spine-crack’d & tea-stained
pages I can track my lines –
better than thin bookmark
fingers in that tracing game
of consumed tale turnings –
I read in lonely quiet places
& with less attention now a
screen props in my pockets
to suck attention – scuffings
& cracks tell of its handling
[& Google stores my leafing
history – filed neatly online]